Of Vampires and of Neko-jins

Of Vampires and of Neko-Jins: Chapter seven:

"Wh-what was that-that thing?!" Quatre Stuttered for the first time in over 15000 years, eyes wide.

"That" Heero said coldly "Is what I would like to know"

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Milliado, face blank, motioned for the other two vampires to follow him.

"I apologise for Trowa's behaviour. He doesn't exactly.... like vampires very much. None of them do, really; Trowa and Wufei the least" Milliado stated, not sounding the least bit apologetic that one of his creations had nearly glomped his little brother to death, ripped his leg open, molested him and almost attacked his sire.

Milliado led them into a large black, white and crimson office-slash-study, sitting elegantly down on one of the many black leather chairs, motioning for Quatre and Heero to do the same.

"Blood? I have quite a large variety stored here now, none fresher than a day, though I am sorry to say, but still" Milliado offered, receiving two glares in response. Shrugging, he poured himself and Heero a glass each, leaving the crystal, crimson-filled decanter of iced human blood, male, twenty-two, a day had an half old, besides them on a small oak coffee table.

"Stop stalling, Zechs!" Quatre growled, slamming his fist down onto another small coffee table, this one made of glass, shattering in noisily.

" Quatre" Heero warned, softly.

"It's Milliado now. I changed it back, oh, let me see, about two hundred, two hundred and twenty years ago. Ah, yes, two hundred and twenty years, on his twentieth b birthday" Milliado smiled faintly, reminiscing.

The door creaked open; Quatre and Heero's heads shot around, eyes trained on it, Milliado, still smiling faintly, slowly tilted his head to face the door, delicately drinking his blood.

Treize stood warily at the door, concern evident in his shark Prussian eyes.

"Master Milliado? We heard glass breaking…" Treize explained, entering the room as Milliado nodded, motioning for Treize to come and sit with him.

Treize, ignoring the other two occupants of the room, knelt down beside Milliado's chair, leaning his head against Milliado's legs, releasing a deep, rumbling purr, relaxing slightly as Milliado stroked behind his ears, leaning up to capture Milliado's lips.

Continuing to stroke Treize, Milliado turned his attention back towards his Sire and brother.

"Treize, this is Quatre, my brother, and Heero, my Sire. They are, quite obviously, vampires. Heero, Quatre, this is Treize, my lover, my partner, my mate, my pet and my creation. He is the first of his kind; He is a neko-jin" Milliado stated.

"Explain" Heero ordered, as Quatre walked forward, frowning, before making a grab at Treize's flicking ginger-brown tail. Before he had even come inches within the grasp of his flicking tail, Treize caught his wrist, squeezing it tightly, glaring coldly at the blond, ready to snap his deathly-pale wrist, if, of course, that is, it didn't shatter first.

"Treize, release him" Milliado quietly but firmly ordered, petting him as he reluctantly complied. Turning his icy gaze on Quatre, he said " A word of advice, little brother. Never attack a neko-jin, let alone a mated one. They by far out-class you; in speed, in strength, in stealth, in cunning, in bravery, and in bed (1)" He added with a small smirk, as Quatre's eyes narrowed, hissing in pure fury, nursing his rapidly bruising wrist, having completely forgotten his still oozing leg wound, muttering to himself about stupid, Shinigami-Damned (2) brothers and their mutant pets, before slowly sitting down again.

"I suppose I should explain. I created a new species, oh, about seven hundred years ago, called Neko-jins. Treize, here, is two hundred and forty"

"Two hundred and forty-three" Treize muttered sulkily, correcting his lover quietly. " You're always loosing track of time"

"Are you quite finished? Thank-you. He was the first to make it past his twentieth year. Neko-jins age up until the time when they complete puberty. If they survive puberty, they stop aging and become immortals, able to age at will, and virtually unable to be killed. If not, they die a slow, painful death. The only four to survive were Treize here who's two hundred and forty-"

"Two hundred and forty-three" Treize corrected.

"-This year, Trowa, the green-eyed neko who glomped you earlier, brother, who'd just turned one hundred and ninety-"

"One hundred and ninety-seven"

"Duo, the neko with violet eyes and a braid, who has just turned one hundred and fifty-"

"One hundred and fifty-four"

"And Wufei, the youngest, the one with black hair and onyx eyes, who is entering his one hundredth and fifth year this year I believe" Milliado finished, finally receiving a nod of agreement from Treize in conformation.

"Dearest, that does not really tell them that much, you know" Treize smiled, standing, stretching, before walking towards the pile of shattered glass that had once before been a very expensive coffee table, starting to clean it up.

Glaring half-heartedly at his neko-lover, Milliado continued. "I was getting to that! Neko-jins are a species of part0cat immortals. They have the strength to rival any vampire, three times the speed of the fasted supernatural creature, the agility of a cat, the ability to age at will, are immortal, beauty that can rival the most stunning of the fey (3). They each have their own special abilities. Their blood, too, is at least four times stronger than any humans, and can regenerate it four times as fast" Milliado added the last bit hesitantly.

"We are not pets, slaves or toys for any vampires amusement" Treize sternly began. " We are not here to be fed off of, fucked, tortured or 'played' with. We will not allow you to hurt our own kind. We are not inferior to you, are not part of your clan and therefore, not ruled by you; do not have to abide by your rules nor by what you say. We do not have to obey you, nor any other besides our creator, and even he we can disobey for our mate(s) or our kin. You cannot control us nor can you force us to bond with you" Treize smirked. " A word of advice. We don't like you. None of us Neko's do. Because of you, our creator has been worried, upset, nervous. We don't like vampires normally, but you, you're not only vamps, but you've upset Milliado. That, o great and powerful vampire, was a mistake. If you so much as glare, sleep, drink wrong, you will regret it." And, with that, Treize stalked away, silently closing the door behind him.

"I've never seen him this way before…" Milliado quietly commented, watching the closed door.

"There are a few flaws in it, but nothing that you cannot fix. How many can you get us?" Heero asked coolly.

Milliado's eyes flashed. "Have you not heard anything that was just said?! 'A few flaws in it' 'nothing you cannot fix'?! He is not an it! He does not need to be fixed! I discontinued the breeding program over sixty years ago! There are only four neko-jins… I cannot 'get' any for you. And, even if I could, I wouldn't, for I've seen how you treat those beneath you…." Milliado bitterly replied, looking unfazed when Heero pinned him to the wall by his neck, eyes narrowing. He just stared coolly down at his furious sire.

Heero, anger ebbing away, released him, running his fingers through his messy brown hair, pacing restlessly, looking… older, more worried, under more pressure, more… concerened than Milliado had ever seen him before.

"Heero. Tell me what is wrong, what is going on. We did not part on the best of terms, I admit, but you understood my need to get away, you accepted my decision… what has forced you to seek me out not? What has happened? Tell me" Milliado quietly plead, watching his sire pace restlessly, Quatre, sitting on the sofa, still seemingly deep in thought.

Heero sighed, started, paused, before starting again. "I…the clan… a lot had changed since you left, Milliado. Vampires still ruse the Scene, they still all, more or less, belong to the Crimson Wing Clan, but… Smaller groups have emerged within the clan. The other species that we have formed alliances with…. They want more power, more control… Milliado I, we believe that there's going to be a rebellion, a war between the species, between everyone… we're split in two; whose who kill ofr pleasure, those who want to expose us to the humans, and those who don't, those who wish to remain as we are… we, no… I need your help…. The younger ones, hell, the whole damned clan and community still remember and fear the Lightning Count (4)! There's not a fledgling (5) that hasn't heard tale of your exploits, your ruthlessness in battle, your unending loyalty to the clan!

Milliado, I know you have built up a life for yourself here, but the clan needs you…" Heero pleaded, his tone, desperate, defeated, shame filled, as though he had already failed his followers.

In all of the millennia that Milliado had known him, he had never heard Heero sound so-so… un-Heero like.

"What would I have to do?" Milliado asked warily.

Quatre, now focused, answered. " We have a list of suspected traitors and rebbles. We need you, ore your people, to get close and to report back to us. We also need you to come back to London with us, to make appearances, to put the others back in their place, as it were." Quatre explained.

"I have conditions" Milliado started, ignoring the incredulous looks he was receiving. "One, Treize, Duo, Trowa and Wufei come with me, stay with me and have the same rights as I do upon arrival. Two, your assurance of their safety, three, your assurance that you yourselves will not feed off of, rape, attack or force upon in any other way yourselves nor your vampires upon them, five, that you, sire, will not continuously pull rank on me, or force me to do anything inappropriate considering I am already mated. Six, that you'll knock before disturbing Treize and I" Milliado finished, before adding with a smirk. "Oh, and a sound proof room for Treize and I and one for Duo and Wufei would be a good idea, too. They can be quite… vocal, at times," Smirking at their twin dazed expressions, Milliado laughed.

"I'll show you to your rooms. We'll be ready to leave within the next three weeks"

"He's changed" Quatre said quietly to his sire.

"I know"

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1 in vampire families & clans it is not unusual for a sire's childer, those he created, to not only sleep and have sex with their creator, but with others their creator has chosen & turned. The older (in vampire years) or the most favoured by the sire would be the dominant one of the two, three or more. Only a sire can give permission for other vampires to take or have sex with their childer, and, as many are possessive, only allow favourite childer, those who are most likely to become their heirs, to do so, and even then, that is often whilst they themselves are present; either watching or partaking.

2 Shinigami-damned because Shinigami is the god of death. There are, supposedly, some vampiric gods, but no two authors that I have found have agreed on them. As they are the living dead, I thought having them worship the god & goddess of death, shinimegami and Shinigami would be more appropriate than say Ra, the god of the sun & god of gods.

3 fey—faeries- i.e. elves, imps, pixies etc.

4 The lightning count/ baron, one of Zechs titles/ names he was known as in the series

5 fledgling; a newly turned vampire

Author's notes:

I apologise for taking so long to update. Coursework & practice exams suck. Good news though! I'll be getting a laptop soon, which means I'll be able to update all of my fics a lot faster, rather than having to type them up during my ICT classes!

Thank-you so much for reviewing! Please please please keep reviewing! Yay reviews! Does anyone know of any Spike / Draco fics out there? I would write one, but don't reeeeeeeeaaaaaaly know enough about Spike yet (Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Draco from Harry Potter)